Frank's gaze slides over to the young woman. Irritation bristles in his nerves, his heart still pounding in his chest. For a moment he just stands there, chest heaving, exhaling heavy as an ox, and takes her presence in. Considers her point. It's not the worst point.

"Somebody knows."

But he drops his target and backs away from the fountain too, fighting to reel in that temper. Somebody knows; somebody did this, but alright, maybe he's not going to find them right here.